Right outside the window, something's happening A man, he stares into a TV screen From the next apartment we hear music Bleeding through the scene TV
We were strangers Who one were lovers We've been everlasting friends I was shattered When you walked out, boy I was walking off the edge Friends, said
You said you loved me Then why won't you let me Be who I am all of the time? Said you wouldn't hurt me Then why would you leave me And take my peace
I was stranded in the dark Trying to find an open door So alone Chains were wrapped around my heart Didn't know what love was for No more Heard these
All alone I sit, looking out of the window And the rain just keeps coming on down Well I cry to myself, so many things that I have done wrong Now I'm
Suzanna, you better watch your mouth Suzanna, bad things are coming out Somebody's watching from on high Distant love is hard to find Always looking
We used to south of paradise That was okay until you put your heart on ice Walked out the door but you couldn't say goodbye Hide away and left me lonely
give her some old chat But it's not like that on the TV When it's cool for cats It's cool for cats Cool for cats
My child arrived just the other day Came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was
Yo, I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes See the Walt and
-wha-what? wha-what? (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what? Wha-wha-what? what? ) [chorus x4: buddha monk] Straight out the zu of valleys and rats Comes those crazy cats, those crazy cats
in, let the kids play Let the people know Let the roof burn, let the girls love Let the heat flow Let the world turn, let the curtains up Cats Van Bags
I was a baller I'm six foot three, there ain't no need for me to be any taller I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free
no i dont wanna be a baller im six foot three their aint no need for me to be any taller i just wish those cats over there at Phobia would hit me off
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cats in America (And the streets are paved with cheese) There are no cats in America There are no cats in America There are no cats in America That is
Nashville cats, play clean as country water Nashville cats, play wild as mountain dew Nashville cats, been playin' since they's babies Nashville cats,
A child arrived just the other day Came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch And bills to pay He learned to walk while I was